Minor catastrophe

We (as in Russ) are making lots of progress on the den. The walls and ceiling are now textured. That was fun!!

                                                 Russ adding the texture to the walls. 

Next stop, the paint. I wanted a brownish color for the walls. Something warm. Due to special circumstances, I was unable to go to Menards to help pick out a paint color, so Russ went to Menards and brought home paint chips for me to choose from. There was something missing, but I didn't notice...I wasn't thrilled with any of them, but rightly sensing Russ' mood was, "Hurry up and pick one so I can get the paint on the walls and get this project D.O.N.E.," I chose a color and he began to paint. As it was going on the wall, I kept telling myself I liked the greyish, brownish, putty looking color. Due to Russ' afore mentioned mood, I was encouraging and supportive of the color choice, though I knew...deep down...I hated it...

The next morning, I took a peek in the den. I kept saying to myself, "It will grow on me. It looks fine." After an hour of lying to myself, I couldn't take it anymore. If we are going to paint it a new color, now is the time when the room is empty and there isn't any wood trim to work around yet. I took a deep breath and called Russ... 

Me: Hi, honey...Would you be mad if I told you I hated the color we are painting the den?

Russ: No...

Me: Can I go buy more paint? 

Russ:  *still in his get it D.O.N.E. mood* Sure...I'm sure I will like anything you pick out, so just go for it. 

Yeah!! I had a break in my special circumstances and the boys and I ran to Menards to get paint. 

As I began to look at the colors, I thought..."Wow! Russ didn't bring home any of these shades for me to look at." I found exactly what I was thinking of immediately. I did take a some time looking around, just to be sure. I didn't want to be hasty, after all, but I kept coming back to the first color I had found. I loved it. The boys agreed. I purchased. I decided to surprised Russ by having the room painted by the time he got home...

I was so tickled. I knew he would be so happy that I did the painting to save him time. I love it when he is happy with me. "This is going to be a great evening of marital bliss," I thought to myself. 

When he got home from work, I waited with bated breath as he opened the door to the den. He took one look and turned to me...

His face did not express the look I was expecting...

Russ: You like this color??

Me: *gulp* Yes...

Russ: Oh...

Me: *deep disappointment* You hate it!!

Russ: *deep sigh* Yes...I hate this color, but I'm sure it will grow on me. 

Me: *feeling the marital bliss hopes evaporate*  Oh...You told me you would like anything I got. I admit, I was surprised when I got to Menards and there was a whole section of colors that you didn't bring home for me to choose from. 

Russ: There was a reason for that...I hate those shades...Besides, that's the same shade of gold that the upstairs bathroom was painted and you hated it!

Me: I know...*hanging my head in shame*...I changed my mind and now I like it. 

I am blaming this on menopause.

PS...Marital bliss is restored. 

We (as in Russ) are making lots of progress on the den. The walls and ceiling are now textured. That was fun!!

                                                 Russ adding the texture to the walls. 

Next stop, the paint. I wanted a brownish color for the walls. Something warm. Due to special circumstances, I was unable to go to Menards to help pick out a paint color, so Russ went to Menards and brought home paint chips for me to choose from. There was something missing, but I didn't notice...I wasn't thrilled with any of them, but rightly sensing Russ' mood was, "Hurry up and pick one so I can get the paint on the walls and get this project D.O.N.E.," I chose a color and he began to paint. As it was going on the wall, I kept telling myself I liked the greyish, brownish, putty looking color. Due to Russ' afore mentioned mood, I was encouraging and supportive of the color choice, though I knew...deep down...I hated it...

The next morning, I took a peek in the den. I kept saying to myself, "It will grow on me. It looks fine." After an hour of lying to myself, I couldn't take it anymore. If we are going to paint it a new color, now is the time when the room is empty and there isn't any wood trim to work around yet. I took a deep breath and called Russ... 

Me: Hi, honey...Would you be mad if I told you I hated the color we are painting the den?

Russ: No...

Me: Can I go buy more paint? 

Russ:  *still in his get it D.O.N.E. mood* Sure...I'm sure I will like anything you pick out, so just go for it. 

Yeah!! I had a break in my special circumstances and the boys and I ran to Menards to get paint. 

As I began to look at the colors, I thought..."Wow! Russ didn't bring home any of these shades for me to look at." I found exactly what I was thinking of immediately. I did take a some time looking around, just to be sure. I didn't want to be hasty, after all, but I kept coming back to the first color I had found. I loved it. The boys agreed. I purchased. I decided to surprised Russ by having the room painted by the time he got home...

I was so tickled. I knew he would be so happy that I did the painting to save him time. I love it when he is happy with me. "This is going to be a great evening of marital bliss," I thought to myself. 

When he got home from work, I waited with bated breath as he opened the door to the den. He took one look and turned to me...

His face did not express the look I was expecting...

Russ: You like this color??

Me: *gulp* Yes...

Russ: Oh...

Me: *deep disappointment* You hate it!!

Russ: *deep sigh* Yes...I hate this color, but I'm sure it will grow on me. 

Me: *feeling the marital bliss hopes evaporate*  Oh...You told me you would like anything I got. I admit, I was surprised when I got to Menards and there was a whole section of colors that you didn't bring home for me to choose from. 

Russ: There was a reason for that...I hate those shades...Besides, that's the same shade of gold that the upstairs bathroom was painted and you hated it!

Me: I know...*hanging my head in shame*...I changed my mind and now I like it. 

I am blaming this on menopause.

PS...Marital bliss is restored.